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[snarryauctoberfest]

2024 Snarry AUctoberfest Anon Masterlist 💚❤️

Below is the complete AUctoberfest 2024 list of Anon Works. Reveals will happen on the 9th November.

Thank you to all the wonderful participants who made this year so special, and to all the Snarry fans who have helped celebrate and enjoy the works created for this fest.

Our Guess the Creator Game will be coming soon, for anyone who wants to try figuring out who some of our talented participants were before reveals happen.

View the collection on AO3.

Podfic

Title: Lively Days at Potter House by khaleesisophie - a Podfic Creator: ??? Prompt: N/a Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Length: 2:12:47 Summary: Podfic of Lively Days at Potter House by khaleesisophie Harry, who has a misplaced understanding of his own skill in matchmaking, attempts to strike a match for his dear friend, Draco Malfoy. A tale of misunderstanding and romantic misadventures. Or, the Emma Snarry AU we always needed. 💚❤️ Listen on AO3 💚❤️

Art

Title: A Dragon's Treasure Creator: ??? Prompt: 2023-171 Snarry as Dragons! Maledictus for drama? Animagus for fluff? Them just being dragons as very AU (without any ‘they-were-human-at-one-point’)? Httyd crossover? Obscure battle magic to fight Voldemort?    Rating: General Audiences Word Count: ART and 278 words Summary: It is only in the world of legends and myths that dragons live today. They are matters of stories and tales told to children at night, fantasy so wondrous only the bravest of us dare to let our minds wander. 💚❤️ View on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Fanart: You Are... Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-199 - Snarry, but with dinosaurs Rating: General Audiences Word Count: Art Summary: What does Harry have to do to get Severus' attention? 💚❤️ View on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Illicit Goods Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-231: That trope where a character is told to disarm themselves of all their weapons but they keep pulling more and more out, but it's Snape. Harry is unbearably turned on the more weapons show up. Rating: Mature Word Count: Summary: Harry is very interested in what is in Snape's pants… and his bag, and his coat, and… 💚❤️ View on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Muggle Adventures (Alligators Edition) Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-82: An alligator features prominently in the fan work Rating: General Audiences Word Count: Artwork Summary: You want alligators? I'll give you alligators. 💚❤️ View on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: positions of love Creator: ??? Prompt: 2020-32 - Someone of your choice is producing a gay wizarding version of the kama sutra and needs to hire two wizards to model each position for the illustrations. Harry and Severus are the ones who get the job. Rating: Explicit Word Count: Summary: A few pages of a gay wizarding version of the kama sutra, starring Severus and Harry 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

Fanfic - In alphabetical order

Title: A Prize Worth Any Price Creator: ??? Prompt: N/a Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7.7k Summary: Defeated by the Rogue King and his army, the remaining nobles of Voldania sacrifice omega Severus Snape as a war prize. They know the propaganda about the Rogue King's marauding ways and discarded lovers. The nobles laugh about sending an old, 'ugly' omega and taunt Severus with predictions that he'll be hate-ravished or killed outright for the insult. Meanwhile Harry thinks he's agreed to an arranged marriage for the peace contracts. He knows about the spy who worked for the resistance during Voldemort's reign. He's excited to have such a dashing spouse. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: After Spinner's End Creator: ??? Prompt: N/a Rating: Mature Word Count: 4.2k Summary: When Harry left his aunt and uncle's he hadn't meant to end up in Cokeworth. But he'd fallen asleep on the bus; it was late, and now he needed somewhere to stay until morning. While the crooked, empty house on the corner looked like it would do just fine in a pinch, had Harry bothered to ask, the locals would have told him the house at Spinner's End might look empty, but it wasn't. Something lived there; whatever it was, it was best left alone. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: After the Orchard Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-110: Newly widowed Harry has trouble getting his son to sleep. One night Hermione sends him a podcast of Severus Snape talking about his time during the war, and it puts his son directly to sleep. Even though the man had never answered any of Harry’s letters through the year, he decides to reach out and tell him about this new development. Rating: Mature Word Count: 20.8k Summary: Same as prompt. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Bad Ideas Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-82: An alligator features prominently in the fan work Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 684 Summary: A romantic weekend gets run aground when a hunt for mythological creatures finds “something.” 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: baring my arse (baring my heart) Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024 09 - Naked wedding. That's it, that's the prompt. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5k Summary: "Why do we have to be naked again?" 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Beginnings Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-154 - Harry is the God of Earth and Severus the God of the Nightsky Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 3k Summary:  In the beginning there was nothing… A retelling of the beginnings of time and the world as we know it. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Blonde Tresses Creator: ??? Prompt: Prompt: 2024-115 - Severus had sworn never to kneel before another wizard again. But he had to try proposing one last time. Rating: Mature Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Same as prompt. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Chance Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-66 Harry sends a dick pic to the wrong number. Oops.  Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27.8k + art Summary: Severus did not receive a lot of text messages. Especially not to his work phone. Especially not from unknown numbers. Especially not dick pics. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Chords of Affection Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-130 - When the bartender says 'Someone bought you a drink' both Severus & Lucius assume it's for Lucius. Both are surprised when they're told it's for Severus. Lucius pushes Sev to talk to the gorgeous green-eyed man staring at him with a glass raised. (Lucius ships snarry). Rating: Explicit Word Count: 18k   Summary: Severus is distracted by his newest admirer. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Conditions To Bloom Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-11: Severus is a plant doctor who takes in people’s sick plants and nurses them back to health. Harry is a well-meaning plant dad whose poor plants are constantly on death’s door. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 9.8k Summary: Severus lets his gaze fall to the sagging aloe plant in front of him, and it hardly takes a cursory glance before he has his diagnosis. “Root rot,” he says. The man’s eyebrows shoot up on his forehead. “But how do you–I’ve hardly been watering it at all!” Supporting a drooping leaf with the tip of his pen, Severus eyes the unnatural lean of the stem and gives the customer a disbelieving raise of one eyebrow. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Deceit and Debauchery Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-37 Regency AU, would love if it's Bridgerton inspired. Maybe Kanthony? (unfortunately I don’t know Bridgerton that well but I hope this regency smut fest will suffice). Rating: Explicit Word Count: 13.8k Summary: Severus' curiosity as to who Tracey Davis is going to try to entrap into marriage pays off when he see's that it is none other than Harry Potter. He knows he has the chance to save his friends son from what will certainly be a disastrous marriage but what will be Severus' rewards for his efforts? 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Don't You Wanna Mess With Me? Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-106 - Harry runs his own successful bakery after the second wizarding war. His treacle tart is famous throughout the wizarding world, but the recipe remains a closely guarded secret. Severus runs a rival bakery, and tries to sneak into Harry's kitchen after hours to steal the recipe for himself. Harry is startled and manages to tip an entire batch worth of batter over Severus in his shock, triggering an epic food fight that rapidly devolves into a filthy fuck. Bonus points for a sickly sweet ending. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.3k Summary: Things get messy when rival bakery owner, Severus Snape, pays Harry a visit in his kitchen. 😘 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Fate's Blind Date Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-58 - Harry gets stood up but sees Severus walking along the street and invites him out instead. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 29.8k Summary: When Severus indulges himself with a walk along the West End after work, the last thing he imagines is that he will get invited to a show by a gorgeous young man. Things only get more astounding after that when their casual meeting evolves into something more and Severus finds himself pulled into a family feud that threatens to bring his dark past to light. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: First Impressions Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-216: Trope reversal: Snape was forced into multiple arranged marriages by his grandparents. The spouses kept dying. Very mysterious. But Harry isn't worried when he winds up the latest candidate. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 24.6k Summary: When Harry is forced to marry a complete stranger, he tries to make the best of things. After all, he's a Healer, he can take care of himself. And his new husband seems nice enough… But why, exactly, has Severus already been married three times before? And why have all three of those previous spouses died unexpectedly? Is Harry next? Or will he fall in love with his new husband after all? 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Flutter Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-76 Apartment Life Harry's been warned to steer clear of the 24th floor. Curiosity got the better of him and Harry checks it out. Its deserted except for apartment 2444. Harry notices signs of life—a faint light under the door, soft sounds of movement. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 30.2k Summary: He said uselessly, "Sev, don't go." "I'm s-sorry-" Harry cupped Severus' face and gazed into his eyes. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, sad, raven, mine. "These stay the same," Severus said. "Remember that when you look at me. Remember, it's me.” Flutter does my heart, When you ask me to stay. I want to live in the moment But the past keeps me a prey. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Gwindr Creator: ??? Prompt: N/a Rating: Explicit Word Count: 11.9k Summary: After a couple of bad relationships, one abusive the other unsatisfying, Harry is desperate to find himself the perfect Dom. His friends are trying to help but their lack of understanding makes them more of a hindrance. Turning to the new wizarding dating app for men, Gwindr, he hopes to be able to find a diamond in the rough. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Help Stepdad, I'm Stuck! Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-67 - Help Stepdad, I'm stuck! Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6k Summary: After years of marriage, Severus can feel his relationship with Lily waning. He had already been contemplating ending things when his stepson, Harry, proposes something that he struggles to refuse, although will he ultimately come to regret it? 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Leak Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-165 - Harry is a plumber (hot daddy type with hairy chest - I beg for it). He was called to Spinner's End. The door was answered by a pissed off, soaked wet bloke in a silk robe and lace stockings. Harry had never been turned on by the sight of another man in his entire life. Well, until now. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.3k Summary: Same as prompt. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Mating for Life - Breeding Season in the Highlands of Scotland Creator: ??? Prompt: N/a Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.3k Summary: “Among the ruins of an ancient castle in the Highlands of Scotland lives a human species like no other.“ Dudley watches a very educational documentary out of boredom. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: (Not Quite) As You Wish Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-124: After Nagini's bite, due to some unresolved life debt stuff, Severus becomes Harry's Genie in a Bottle… And he desperately wants to make Potter's life as difficult as he can - until he hears what Harry actually wishes for. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 6.5k Summary: It’s post-war, and Harry is still hearing voices. A voice. One, very specific voice. A voice that wants something of him. And it’s the one thing he doesn’t do. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: On thin ice Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-14 Avatar the Last Airbender crossover fic. Is Harry the Avatar? Is Severus the cabbage man? Up to you! Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6.2k Summary: During a ritual at the South Pole to reconnect with her Avatar spirit, Harriet runs into trouble. Snape is hunting her, tasked with bringing her back to Fire Lord Voldemort. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Raven King Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-78 - James warned Harry not to go. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5.4k Summary: Against his father's wishes, Harry and his friends, freshly graduated from Hogwarts High, visit the elusive Euphemia Club. Where for the right price, dreams come true. “The head is too wise. The heart is all fire.” ― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Reckoning Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-51: Corporate Snarry! CEOs, IT guys, or just regular employees finding love. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 31.2k Summary: Harry discovers that there is something wrong at his company and sets out to visit it undercover, pretending to be the new Happiness Manager. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Rock Bottom Creator: ??? Prompt: Prompt #1: Wildcard Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 10.1k Summary: Just when you think you've hit rock bottom, you want to fuck a student. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: sanguis nocte Creator: ??? Prompt: N/a Rating: Explicit Word Count: 17.7k Summary: When Harry is forcefully turned into a vampire, he turns to the only person he knows will be able to fix him. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Saving Magic Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-170 Time travel (how is up to you). Harry and Severus are now in the same year in Hogwarts. What year? What happens? Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 6.5k Summary: "What do you want now, Zir?" Harry asked cautiously. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Second Chance Inheritance Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-232 - The Prince family has a different sort of inheritance, the secret to their success: When they come of age, members are taught the Second Chance spell. One chance to go back in time and fix things. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32k Summary: Following a tragedy, Severus Snape is determined to tap into his estranged family's greatest legacy. He finds himself with more chances to woo the love of his life than he ever thought possible. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not Creator: ??? Prompt: N/a Rating: Explicit Word Count: 11.8k Summary: There's an outbreak of Hanahaki, and Curse Breaker Hyacinth Potter is brought onto the case, to work closely with the Aurors and Unspeakable Sulpicia Snape. Snape doesn't have a romantic bone in her body, and Hyacinth is happily in love with Ginny Weasley. They have nothing to worry about...right? 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Something Wounded Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-132 - cyborg AU Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8.1k Summary: After surviving the galactic wars, Severus just wants to run his cyborg shop in peace. He lives on Ceplor, a distant, lonely planet. Then, one day, Harry fucking Potter walks into his shop. The infuriating young man traveled across the universe to find him. Why? Because Potter is a cyborg, too. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Synthesis Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-21 - Non-magical AU: “You’re a wizard, Harry.” Rating: Explicit Word Count: 11.2k Summary: Severus is a brilliant but hard-to-work-with chemistry professor, who only teaches because he has to but would much rather spend all his time doing research. Harry is the grad student that either Albus or Minerva - the head of the chemistry department on paper, even though everyone knows Severus always gets what he wants - has assigned to essentially follow Severus around and tell him “no” when he’s being unreasonable. Harry is tasked with keeping Severus on budget and preventing all his students from quitting his class. Severus takes this as a personal affront. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: The Tenth Rule Creator: ??? Prompt: N/a Rating: Explicit Word Count: 11k Summary: Harry’s new master is strange. He dresses Harry in clothes. He cooks Harry food and tells him to bathe when he is dirty. He lets Harry sleep in the bed. He has not touched Harry since he got here. Harry keeps waiting and waiting. Or: Harry is a slave. Severus is his new owner. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Too Hot To Handle: Wizarding Edition Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-102: wizards discover reality TV. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 92.7k Summary: In a world where Voldemort died during the blitz and the Wizarding War, led by Bellatrix Lestrange, ended for good in 1981 when the attack on the Potters led to the Death Eaters being captured without incident, the Ministry is at a loss. The younger generation are not showing any inclination to settle down and have children, as their parents did before them. They considered a number of ideas but the development of the two-way mirror allowed for reality television to become a viable option. Welcome to Too Hot To Handle: Wizarding Edition, a show designed to encourage contestants to form deep and meaningful connections, punishing anyone who breaks the rules. Making more meaningful connections often has unforeseen consequences and what people intend to happen isn't necessarily what actually happens. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

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Title: Wasting Away Again in Margaritaville Creator: ??? Prompt: 2024-80 - A fanwork inspired in some way by the works of the late, great Jimmy Buffett. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 2.1k Summary: Severus Snape hanging out in a resort, life in shambles, enjoys a frozen margarita or three and eyes the bartender. 💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

🧡 2024 Snarry AUctoberfest Entries || HOS Tumblr || Discord 🧡

[houseofsnarry]

Congratulations to all the participants of this year's Snarry-a-Thon! It's been another incredible month to be a Snarry fan. This is one of the oldest HP fests going, and definitely the oldest Snarry fest. It's always a jubilant time to celebrate our favourites.

A huge thank you to Snape_Potter for hosting and running the fest once more. Sixteen years strong 🎉🥳❤️The 2024 fest collection can be found here on AO3.

New Snarry fics and art (totaling over 353k words!) were created for this year's fest - that's roughly the equivalent of Prisoner of Azkaban and Order of the Phoenix combined!

Snape_Potter has just finished posting the anon masterlist on Dreamwidth, which can be found here: anon masterlist. Reveals are on 1st June.

Come join in the fun if you haven't already. Read some great fics, marvel at some great art,and show your love and support to the creators! Kudos! Comments! Gush about the amazing works!

And if you want to check out some previous works for the fest, here are the masterlists (Dreamwidth / LiveJournal).

Please note that not all fics & artwork from past fests are hosted on AO3. Some are only hosted on Dreamwidth and/or LiveJournal, and a few are members locked. You’ll have to get an account and join the community to view the locked posts. 

Have a Snarry-ific week, everyone!

[siobhanhazel]

Between These Walls

Between These Walls || [Explicit] 40k words

Key tags: No Archive Warnings, Trans Man Severus Snape, Mild Angst, Depression, Falling in Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort In early July I participated in HP Trans Fest 2024! This fic is my contribution, I'd be super happy if you enjoy it ♥🏳️‍⚧️ My lovely friend @ xrvnge made the mood board! ty ty ♥

Here are some song lyrics and an excerpt: ♥♥♥

I woke up thirsty the day I died And the tide was swirling My mouth is so dry And all I see is sea to shining seas Islands - Swans (Life After Death)

Severus fell into the darkness of death staring into green eyes.

He awoke in the lightness of life to the same sea-glass gaze.

Potter’s face was turned to him with a half-lidded, distant expression. A wide gap separated their metal-framed beds, but the boy was still within arms reach. Upon consideration, he looked much less boyish. His dark hair was longer and wilder than Severus had ever seen, messy waves across the chalky-white hospital pillow. Potter's mouth was slack and listless.

Harry blinked and nodded once. “Professor Snape. Good morning.”

Severus opened his lips to answer, but a searing pain tore his throat. Before he had a chance to determine the extent of the damage, an alarm blared and healers flurried into the room.

“Snape’s awake! Call the medi-in-charge!” (continue reading Between These Walls on AO3)

[postmariannizm]

The best part of reading fics is getting inside of Snape's head

[anaki-boo]

“NOT SCARY AT ALL”

This stone bird appeared in the second half of winter. Even at Christmas she was not there, and in February she was already looking at Harry with her blind stone eyes. The bird was definitely conjured, because it was one with the tombstone, as if it was born from it. It was a raven with folded wings and a slightly open beak. As if he wanted to say something.

One could only guess who decided to decorate the grave of the professor, and why it was a raven. Not some bat, not a snake, finally. A raven. Perhaps it was the symbol of wisdom and death. Yes, Harry even read about it specifically in Agatha Daredevil's book "Symbolism in Magical Transformations".

"Raven," she wrote, "has long meant mind and has been associated with death. He embodies prophecy and insight. Crows in stories often act as psychopomps connecting the material world with the spirit world."

Don't ask why Harry needed to know about the raven. And even more so, don't ask why he visited the grave of his former professor so many times in a row. He didn't quite know the answer himself.

They say that criminals are drawn to the crime scene. But it was there—in the Screaming Hut, where he left him to die all alone, bleeding. But here… This grave was just a pit with a stone coffin in which Snape's remains were placed — evidence of Harry's crime. But he remembered the basics of first aid, he remembered, and then for some reason he thought that he was powerless before fate itself.

Harry still dreamed of Snape, paralyzed by Nagaina's poison, unconscious. His light warm breath, his eyes glazed with pain (but not from death). How long had he been lying there when they left before he died? A couple of minutes? An hour? Or maybe more?

Harry first visited his grave in June. He came alone and at dawn, sneaked in there like a thief. He was going to make some kind of speech, ask for forgiveness. But even though there was no one to eavesdrop on her, Harry couldn't get a word out of himself. Instead, for some reason, he burst into tears like a child. At the funeral — Lupin and Tonks, Freddy, baby Creevey, Snape himself — did not cry. But then... the speech was successful only in August.

Since then, Harry had been dropping in on the professor at least once a month, on one of the extra-curricular Saturdays. I told him about my life, shared all sorts of nonsense. He did not ask for forgiveness, as if he knew that the professor no longer holds a grudge. And as if he understands.

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“Do you mind if I sort out your things?” Harry asked in May.

Only yesterday, the Hogwarts cemetery paid tribute to the memory of those who died in the battle. Today, the usual silence reigned here again.

“No one has touched them all this year. However, the elves have recently collected... how should I say... personal — clothes and all that. There are papers left in your office. No one knows who would need them, and I told McGonagall that I could take them. Not all of them, of course. But... something important. She said she would have given it to my mom if she were alive. But she's not alive, and you're out… So you don't mind, I think.”

The grave did not answer, nor did the raven. Their tacit permission was granted.

There was a warm spring calm. The sun was hot, the back and the back of my head were hot. It was like someone's tight embrace.

***

Surprisingly, there were few papers. So — study plans, several business and personal letters (Harry decided not to poke his nose into envelopes with the Malfoy coat of arms, but to forward them to Draco) and books, most of which were with a library seal, and over which Madame Pince then groaned.

"Professor Snape was constantly delaying the delivery of books! But about this one — he lied to my eyes in an impudent way, said that some scoundrels stole it and burned it!".

In the top drawer of the desk, under stacks of blank paper, Harry found an old, battered diary. The entries in it were completely irregular, sometimes Snape forgot about the diary for several months. There were potion recipes, whole phrases in runic notation, addresses (Harry assumed they were potion customers or ingredient suppliers), and drawings and squiggles that Harry remembered from the Potions textbook.

The guilt that seemed to have calmed down over the past year came flooding back to Harry. He randomly leafed through this old notebook and thought about how much he had personally deprived the magical world. If Harry had stayed, he would have helped Snape, if he had called for help, the professor could have been saved. And with him — his developments. Dozens of useful potions and spells. Cured diseases, solved problems and saved lives…

Harry shifted the notebook to his other hand and started leafing through from the end. On the last filled page, at the very bottom, a bird was drawn in ink. Smooth body, large open beak and folded wings. It was the same raven that appeared on Snape's tombstone in winter. Words written in the professor's familiar small handwriting seemed to fly out of the raven's mouth:

"Feed the bird."

In the lower right corner there was a postscript made in pencil:

"If you go to feed, take a broom."

Harry loved riddles, but he didn't like being overcome by excruciating excitement. Like, for example, this time.

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Harry took with him a broom and treats for the raven. There was a piece of bread and a sausage wrapped in a paper bag in his pocket. In his mind, the raven would definitely have been treated to some of this.

It looked stupid. He was standing in the middle of the cemetery with a broom and trying to stuff his breakfast into the mouth of a stone statue. She refused to eat.

“Feed… Feed the bird. But how?!” he muttered, feeling himself getting angry.

Why did he even think that this was the same bird? What makes him think that the professor left him a hint? And what was he going to find anyway? A hiding place? A cache with something important? For example, by a will? Snape didn't care about earthly things, and he had nothing to bequeath, except for the old house, which, as McGonagall told him, he hated with all his heart.

Angrily, Harry threw the spoiled food on the ground and began sorting through everything he knew about crows in his head. As a child, these birds scared little Harry. Aunt Petunia knew about it and said: "Don't look at them, or they, bloodthirsty creatures, will peck out your green devilish eyes."

“Bloodthirsty… Bloodthirsty creatures," Harry whispered thoughtfully and bit his finger with his teeth.

The blood did not appear immediately, it had to be squeezed out of the wound. Harry put his hand to the bird's beak and smeared it with blood.

The stone moved. At first, the raven moved its head, then cawed soundlessly — just opened its beak several times. Then he spread his wings, stamped on the spot and fluttered up.

Then Harry understood why the broom was needed.

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"Why the hell were you going through my papers? Arrogant, stupid, curious, shameless... why are you silent? Can you feel your hands? Do you feel it or not?!”

Snape was furious, his eyes were shooting lightning, but Harry was not afraid. To see him—pale and with bloodless lips—on the floor of a Screaming hut, to see him off on his last journey a few days later, to come to his grave for the first time — that was what was scary. But now I'm sitting in a chair, leaning closer to the fireplace, licking drops of firewhisky from my lips and watching the professor rub his stiff fingers… It wasn't scary at all.

Let his hands be completely frozen from the long flight, let them turn red. Let this village house be unfamiliar and creepy, and it looked like no one had lived here for a long time and only recently a person had settled here. Let Snape, aged and with a torn, scarred throat peeking out of the collar of his robe, shout at him (thank Merlin, his voice remained the same). Harry was happy. And he couldn't get a word out of himself.

“Do you feel it? Are you going to answer me?”

Harry nodded, somewhat drunkenly and sluggishly, and only then did Snape leave him alone.

He sat down at a table—a long one and probably intended for a large family that once lived here, and now almost completely covered with dried herbs- and began to unwrap one of these dried bouquets. His fingers nervously fingered the thin stems and selected suitable ones.

“I…” Harry finally managed to say, but then he trailed off.

Snape looked at him sternly, and there was a threat in that look.

“I was hoping it would be Minerva. Or, in extreme case, Miss Granger…

“Weasley”, Harry interrupted automatically. Hermione, who had been Ron's wife for three months now, was constantly correcting her acquaintances who called her by her maiden name. “She's Mrs. Weasley now”.

Snape snorted. As he was doing it before — ironically , disapproving and arrogantly.

“ I had a better opinion of her. Well… What the hell did you want in my desk? What were you looking for there? Memories? My diary, in which I confessed to crimes? They wanted to sell his Skitter, probably, and…

"I wasn't looking for anything," Harry interrupted him again. "McGonagall gave me permission to take your papers, that's all. The office had to be vacated for a new teacher. She allowed it… She allowed me to take what I think is necessary.

“Allowed you? And why on earth would that be?”

“I needed it.”

“Why did you need it? Couldn't leave me alone even after death?

“Couldn't," Harry muttered, reaching for a bottle of firewhisky. It was standing at his feet.

The esophagus burned with heat, it became difficult to breathe at first, and then immediately felt better. Even the excitement has subsided.

“Why would that be? Tormented by guilt?”

"No, no guilt," Harry lied. “ I just fell in love. You know, it happens like this… You know a person for many years, and then he dies, becomes less disgusting and malicious, and you even have a communication. So you can fall in love. Even... with such a… you.”

He took two more big gulps, and a very pleasant heat spread in his chest.

Snape was silent and stared at the herbs on the table. It seemed that now they would break out and a fire would start.

“And how did you...? The antidote? Or did someone help?”

"Someone helped," Snape echoed and, apparently deciding that Harry had had enough to drink, called for a bottle with non—verbal and non-verbal spell.

He waved his hand — and it jerked and flew to the table, hitting the bottom on the edge.

“Malfoy? I've seen his letters… You were friends, right? … Are friends, I mean”

"Can you take the stairs?" Won't you wring your neck? Or do you need to be levitated?

It took Harry a moment to realize what the professor meant.

“ Are you inviting me... to stay? After what I…”

“ You won't be able to fly back in this condition. I won't let you apparate drunk, and I don't have a sobering one. You will spend the night here, and in the morning I will erase your memory.”

“ What are you going to do to me that you will have to erase my memory?” Harry laughed.

“I don't like you, Potter...” Snape looked at him as if he suspected some kind of bad change in him or someone else's evil influence.

“Yes, to be honest, I don't like myself ... but you…” Harry paused, feeling like a drunken fool. “Don’t erase my memory. I'm coming back anyway. In a week or a month…”

“Yes, you are coming back. I have no doubt in your stickiness, Potter.”

A few things didn't happen next morning. Firstly, they did not quarrel, although they could have. Secondly, Harry did not apologize for what he said drunk in the living room yesterday. As if he felt it was wrong to apologize for telling Severus the truth. Thirdly, Snape never erased his memory.

And, to be honest, Harry didn't go anywhere. Neither in the morning, nor in the evening, nor the next day.

[volt314]

So I had this idea for a Snarry fanfic, I’m not gonna write it but the internet HAS to know.

Classic time travel Harry Potter fic. Harry goes back after killing Voldemort and he can fix everything way before his parents die. He creates a dream team with a prejudiced yet creature-loving Regulus, a toxic young Severus and later on a very pregnant Narcissa.

They work.

They spend a couple years just fucking Voldemort plans and Dumbledore’s plans and everyone’s plans. They destroy horcrux, take down corrupt politicians to put other corrupt politicians in their place, use Wormtail to their advantage and other shenanigans.

Harry and Severus fall in this weird really intense relationship where both are confused af by the other but it does for them.

Harry and Regulus fall in this weird really intense friendship where both are starving for familial affection and they get it from each other.

Harry and Narcissa are just frenemies in the beginning but Harry has a thing for protecting young mothers and Narcissa is struggling to hide her soft side from this boy that knows she is not made of ice.

They win. They become the heroes of the war. But they almost don’t.

Harry gets fatally cursed protecting Narcissa and he and Snape exchange a brutally painful goodbye. I’m thinking something like they-had-made-plans-to-go-live-together-after-the-war kinda brutal.

Harry is born, Regulus wants to honor his best friend and help him grow up happy, Severus crumbles under the pain and tries to stay tf away. He partially succeed.

One year later Harry gains a lightening shaped scar in weird circumstances and the team understands it is not over yet.

And the story begins with a little Harry -well fed, well dressed, loved- chatting with Healer/curse breaker/little Harry’s best friend Reggie Black about his latest recurring nightmare about a cupboard and about hot stoves that leaves burn marks in the morning.

And this is the end of first arc folks!

[nym-wibbly]

Snape/Harry fic MIA - Balance Point by Nym (Sins of Omission series)

Someone on AO3 asked me for a copy of a "Snarry" fanfiction that I a) don't appear to have saved anywhere and b) honestly don't remember writing or posting at all!

It'd be about 20 years old, so circa 2004 (when my father died, possibly explaining the memory void.) It would've been published under my current Nym pseud; would've been archived on hp.pfen.net and maybe amplexus.org too; it's "NC-17"; and it's called Balance Point. It's a part of the Sins of Omission series that, for some reason I don't remember now, I evidently took out of the series and never put back? One contemporary reviewer mentions it being short and having Snape/Harry smut, and another places it as story #5 in the series, so after Relative.

Does anyone from ye olden days of HP fandom have a copy of Balance Point squirreled away? Or know of an alternate title I might've used? Apart from a couple of vague impressions of the setting, I am drawing a complete blank on this. Any help appreciated!

[severusek-szajbusek]

SNARRY -> legal thriller, legal drama

[the-most-faithful]

Sirius: I feel so useless.

Byron: Don't be discouraged, Black. Dung is also useful for growing flowers

Sirius: *murderous look* What?

Read on Ao3

[snarryauctoberfest]

Snarry AUctoberfest: Day 4

Title: Chance

Creator: ???

Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Prompt: 2024-66 Harry sends a dick pic to the wrong number. Oops. 

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 27.8k + art

Warnings/Tags: Texting, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Digital Art, NSFW Art, Fluff, Romance, Dick Pics, Strangers to Lovers, Blind Date, Severus Snape Has a Heart, Switch Harry Potter, Switch Severus Snape, Falling In Love

Summary: Severus did not receive a lot of text messages. Especially not to his work phone. Especially not from unknown numbers. Especially not dick pics.

💚❤️ Read on AO3 💚❤️

2024 Snarry AUctoberfest Entries || HOS Tumblr || Discord

[houseofsnarry]

Snarry-a-Thon 2024 prompting is open!

On this most Snapey Birthdays of days, prompting for the 2024 Snarry-a-Thon, hosted by the lovely Snape-Potter, is now open.

The prompting page can be found here and prompting is open until 11:59 pm (EST) on January 23. You do not need a DreamWidth account to leave a prompt!

Submitting a prompt does not commit you to claiming or otherwise participating in the fest.

Full rules, FAQ and all other important information can be found here

Timeline:

Submission of prompts: January 9 - 23

Sign-ups and claiming of prompts: Begins January 25

Creations are due: April 15.

Posting starts: May 1, 2024

[brightredsunset800]

This fic brought me to tears with horniness and emotion. Not kidding, there are dried tear stains on my cheeks now.

[givereadersahug]

My Fanfic 💖 Award Medals (Harry Potter)

Title:  Award Medals

Fandom: Harry Potter

Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 569

Tags: fluff, so much fluff

Summary: 

Harry likes to give Severus little trophies and plaques.

Notes: Happy Birthday, @coconutice22! Woooooo!

[arielgobuss]

62.The Truth

I'm a liar It's my secret no one knows I'm a liar Yeah, I know it doesn't show No, I don't miss you anymore No, I don't think of you It's such a game to seem adored No, I don't love you anymore

Part1

It went dark for a split second, and then Harry felt as if he was in the middle of a hurricane. Thousands of images, thousands of thoughts surrounded him, layered on top of each other in an endless cacophony, but before he could realize it, he felt himself falling, being sucked into the vortex of a random memory, and as he regained his balance, his ears were filled with desperate screams and cries.

The image sharpened and - despite the darkness - Harry saw several silhouettes huddled against the wall. They were teenage boys no older than thirteen. The fierceness on their faces was definitely outweighed by the fear. But they weren't the ones screaming. The sounds of screaming and crying were coming from the next room, which was accessed by a wide open door hanging on one hinge. The glow of a lamp swinging from the ceiling was the only illumination, gliding across the blood-covered floor and splattered walls. For a split second, broken and overturned furniture and... bodies lying on the floor emerged from the darkness. Blood was seeping from still open wounds, limbs twisted at strange angles looked as if something had broken them like matches. The wailing and sobbing of several children's voices were coming from the dark place under one of the walls, but the light did not reach there. However, it slipped over the table placed in the middle of the room and over the fair hair of the young boy pinned to it... and over the powerful silhouette of a man with a thick mane of tousled hair leaning over him, who was tearing into this small, naked body with quick, ruthless thrusts, causing spasmodic screams of endless pain.

Severus raised his wand, pointing it at the door, which rose, fixed, and slammed shut, muffling the screams. Without hesitation, he cast another spell on the door, causing it to glow red. His previously motionless face changed. A look of disgust appeared on his face, and something... terrifying lit up in the black eyes. He slowly turned to the boys, giving them an icy glare. In his left hand he held a white mask covered with red drops. His dark green robe was covered with many dark stains, and even if it was impossible to see their color, it was obvious where they came from.

He casually tossed the mask into the corner and took a step toward the boys. His lips pressed into a pale, thin line. The black eyes turned into the dark slits. He raised his wand, pointing it at the oldest boy.

Severus frowned and after a moment a rough voice came out of his mouth:

"Imperio."

The boy's face changed. A slightly surprised, dispassionate expression appeared on his face.

"Scream," Severus said, staring at him intently. "Scream and beg for mercy as loud as you can."

The boy complied. The screams, moans and begging began to escape from his mouth. The rest of the boys moved as far away from him as possible, looking at him with fear and a certain amount of intrigue.

"No no no! Please! No!"

"Severus," a happy voice came from behind the door. "I hear you're having even more fun there than I am. You know, if you'd let me in, the two of us could teach those little brats a lesson. After some time, playing alone starts to get boring. What do you think?"

Snape didn't move, didn't even turn his head. Only in his eyes there was a flame that froze everything.

"You know I value my privacy, Blackwood," he replied icily. He frowned even more.

The boy let out a spine-chilling scream "Nooo! It hurts!"

A hoarse laughter came from behind the door - the laugh that began to recede, as if something was trying to push Harry out of the memory. However, before it disappeared completely, he heard a quiet, distant voice:

"Avada Kedavra."

The scream stopped. Everything went quiet. Darkness surrounded him. He felt like he was in a locked room, but he knew it wasn't true; that it was just an illusion. Severus tried to fight back.

Harry remembered what he had read about this spell. Visualization. He must choose some visualization. Otherwise he'll never get out of here.

He remembered the dream... and the windows... The windows through which Severus had peered into his memories... He had to imagine something similar, something that would guide him, that would allow him to cross the threshold.

Door! Yes. That was it.

The moment he thought about it, a corridor appeared before him. An endless corridor filled with doors on both sides. The same doors that led to the Potions Master's chambers. Thousands of doors. No, millions of doors. He saw them all together and each separately. They overlapped and interpenetrated each other like an extremely sophisticated kaleidoscope, creating an endless maze of passages.

Key. He must find the key to them. The password. Otherwise, he will be left searching in the darkness, and the chance that he will find the right one is one in a million.

He closed his eyes.

The password... No, it should be two passwords. One indicating the range of memories, and the other - their topic.

Where did it all start? He knew perfectly well. But it wasn't about the potion, it was about... desire. Snape's desire.

Desiderium Intimum

The number of doors has decreased. He felt less and less of them left.

Now the topic - he was the one.

Pott...

No.

He opened his eyes.

Harry

He watched with satisfaction as part of the door disappeared and the rest became much more real.

He knew it was all just an illusion, lasting no more than a few seconds. And that he had as much time as he wanted before Severus found him again. Because here time was a relative value and he was the only one that could determine it.

He looked at the long row of doors. He approached the first of them and raised his hand, brushing his fingers against the dark wood. The door began to open, revealing to Harry a world that had always remained one big mystery filled with lies.

The world of Severus Snape.

***

Severus was sitting in the privacy of his chambers, examining the remnant of amber liquid remaining at the bottom of the glass. From time to time he moved his wrist, slightly stirring the drink and watching the play of light reflecting in the glass and the flames falling from the crackling fire in the fireplace.

He didn't think he would be so angry about the information provided by McGonagall. Potter dared to ask permission to leave his classes? Now, when Severus finally had him in his grasp? Now, that he was gifted with such... power? The power that allowed him to do anything to him? Oh no, he definitely won't agree to that.

He still remembered the taste of that moment - the moment when those green eyes had stared at him with the utmost adoration. A moment that tasted like... victory. For as long as he could remember, Potter had always looked at him with nothing but hatred, defiance, or fear. Sometimes he could almost feel that hatred, feel it burning his skin, clinging to it, almost turning into something physical. He liked to fuel it, leaning over him and insulting him in every possible way, pressing on his most sensitive spots and watching his tensed face while Potter pretended not to care. And then Severus walked over to the desk, sat down, and watched him... watched those anger-filled eyes, clenched fists, trembling jaw, and he knew he had nailed it again. Once again he managed to ignite that burning hatred and make it burn even more. And he reveled in it.

Sometimes he even managed to break him. He managed to break through the boy's defenses and force him to lose control, to bark back at him... and then, oh, only then did he triumph, either by giving him a detention or deducting points. No other student in his dozen years of teaching had looked at him the way Potter did - with hatred as pure and sharp as a dagger carved from ice. No other student turned into a burning torch of loathing and hostility... just at the sight of him. It was... intriguing.

And now he found out that this same student... desired him. That what he always took for an aversion turned out to be a deeply hidden, uncontrollable desire. A desire so strong, so unimaginable, that the only way to deal with it was to transform it into an equally intense emotion, but at the opposite extreme. He'd be a fool to try to tell himself he wasn't flattered. Even if he thought it only proved one thing - that Potter was crazy.

Severus lifted the glass to his lips, drank the rest of the whiskey, and set it down on the table with a crash. He leaned back in his chair, frowned, and stared into the flames.

He felt the hint of change coming. It wasn't something that could be ignored. No, this was definitely something that was begging to be used... and he was sure that would be the case soon. But whatever happens, he will be the one who reaps the biggest harvest and will get everything he wants from this opportunity.

***

Snape paced back and forth in front of the fireplace. There was a terrifying smile on his face, a storm raging in his eyes.

At last! His chance had finally come.

He didn't expect that the meeting with the Dark Lord would turn out to be so... fruitful. That the information he would give him - the information that young Potter had a weakness for his Professor - would open a passage for him and show him the path to freedom. He suspected that the Dark Lord would want to use it in some way, but... using Admorsusexcetra? One of the most powerful potions of sacrifice, created dozens of centuries ago, before Hogwarts was even built? What an extravagance of the Dark Lord... and what a great chance to get rid of him once and for all...

In a lightning-fast movement, he rolled up his sleeve and looked with hatred at the Dark Mark on his forearm. A mark that was cut by a deep furrow, like a knife cut, as if someone wanted to cut it out.

He still remembered how he almost cut off his hand after drinking Desideria Intima. And now he finally has a chance to fulfill his greatest desire - he can finally make the Dark Lord die. And it's all thanks to Potter... thanks to this suddenly awakened, incomprehensible fascination. He knew perfectly well that this irresponsible little brat would never be able to defeat the Dark Lord. There's no chance against him. And Dumbledore is too stupid to understand it. It's the only way. He has no other choice, he will have to sacrifice Potter. He would sacrifice anything just to kill the Dark Lord. He had waited too long for this opportunity to slip through his fingers now. The Dark Lord will disappear from his life once and for all. And if he's lucky, he'll get rid of Dumbledore, too. No one will give him orders anymore. Never again.

Snape stopped and sank heavily into his chair.

He will have to play on two fronts... Dumbledore is an excellent Legilimens, and he cannot find out about this plan. His "trusted servant" plans to destroy his secret weapon and the hope of the entire Wizarding World? He probably wouldn't like it.

Snape sneered.

He will have to use Legilimens Evocis. He will have to hide all his thoughts in the Pensieve, even the smallest ones, because any detail, even the slightest one, can reveal him. He will have to manipulate them, change them, distort them and replace them with different ones; to shuffle them like the cards, then pull out the right ones and show both sides what they want to see. It's the only way he can hide it; the only way to hide everything from both Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. He didn't think it would be an easy task, but he was willing to pay any price. Of course, he was well aware of the danger of constantly juggling memories and thoughts, but after all, he was one of the best Occlumens among living wizards. He had been training his mind for thirty years, filing and sharpening it until it became like a razor. And he was very good at using it...

Something dangerous appeared in Snape's eyes. For a while he just sat motionless, staring into space.

Seducing Potter... It shouldn't be difficult since he was his "greatest desire". But it certainly won't make it easy for him. He had no intention of suddenly becoming "nice" or even "approachable" to him. He had no intention of having any more contact with him than necessary. Potter was just a tool. A tool that he will have to train well to achieve his intended goal. He certainly won't show him any mercy. He will be hurting him if the boy tries to disobey. He will be tormenting and hurting him for any sign of insubordination, and then pulling him back if he tries to move away. For a moment he even thought about how wonderful it would be to take revenge on him for all the humiliations he had suffered at the hands of his father, but he quickly got rid of such thoughts. He will have to tame his nature and keep the boy by his side. Not too close, though - on a leash long enough for the boy to feel free, and at the same time short enough so that he won't lose the sight of him and can pull it at any time and call him to order. It really shouldn't be difficult...

The only drawback is that he will have to report to the Dark Lord, show him everything...

A look of disgust appeared on the man's face.

But this price was worth paying if in return he'd gain his freedom back.

And Potter--

A crooked smile appeared on Snape's lips.

--He would be able to force the boy to do anything. He could force him to serve himself on the knees if he desired. He's going to humiliate him as much as possible. Too bad, he'll have to show him a little... hmm... 'commitment' from time to time. Not too much, though. Only as much as needed. The bare minimum. Yes, he was perfectly aware that Potter would expect much more, that - like every teenager - he dreams of the tenderness, of... the closeness.

But he won't get it. Certainly not from him.

He will only allow him to enter his chambers once in a while. That should be enough for him. He had never invited any student to his private chambers before. But he wasn't going to tolerate the intrusion. From the very beginning, he will have to show him his place and set the rules for this... deal. He can't let anything get in the way of his plan. Let anything cover it for him. He will have to cut down every branch, decisively trample and break every shoot that may appear in his path. That's why he knew that at the very beginning of the expedition he would have to equip himself with something sharp, something that would be able to cut and hurt perfectly before any stray thorns of these weak shoots could catch on his robe and stop him. And since he was a Death Eater and a Legiliments... he knew he had the ultimate arsenal of weapons that could cut through absolutely anything.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

Admorsusexcetra... It's fiendishly complicated to brew, and to modify... It'll take months. But there is no way that he could fail. Potter will be a walking poison. A walking venom. The potion will drain not only his power, but the Dark Lord's power as well. And it will kill them both.

Snape opened his eyes. An icy fire burned within them.